User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-2246928-20150708025016

The weasel, slowly, smiled. "Gutt." The whip rose and fell in one fast, vicious motion, like a snake arcing its back before snapping downwards to strike, sinking its fangs into the vole's face and leaving a bloody gash as it swung back and repeated its motion, just as eager as before.